Now, when two drunk college girls do the giggly pretend-lesbian kiss: people watch that.

I don't spend all my time at the bar. It is Seattle: it is fun to get around. Things happen.

But, in the bar, Seattle kinda comes to me. One guy lives in Ballard: you hear about the latest quirks in Ballard. One girl lives in Ravenna: you hear about Ravenna. And so on.

I like the University District. Good bookstore, good bar, the kids and their energy and their little dramas that will look sweetly quaint a few years later. Sure, it's a bit seedy: heroin kids can make that happen. But when the sky is deep blue and it's a nice sixty degrees, well: pretty nice.

There is a lesbian couple that come to the bar on occasion. When they do, they play pool. One is butch and covered in tattoos; the other is girly, with a tiny stud in her nose. In other words, stereotype Seattle. Sometimes they kiss and make out by the pool table, their cues laying against the wall; I think they are a little disappointed that no one cares about their display. No disgust, no rolled eyes, no snide comments. What's the use of being marginalized if you can't get people to marginalize you?

Now, when two drunk college girls do the giggly pretend-lesbian kiss: people watch that. Male Gaze fodder at it's finest, at least for when the girls are still wearing clothes.

Toss in yoga pants and it really gets good.


-jj

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